Last night before she went to bed, Middle Sister told me that she needed to wake up at 6 this morning. “I set my alarm, but come in and make sure I get up,” she said. “Don’t let me stay asleep. I HAVE to get up.”
So at 6 this morning I knocked on her door and got a mumbled response. Opening it a crack, I reminded her that she wanted me to wake her at 6.
“I was up too late last night trying to get my mascara off,” she replied sleepily.
“you told me to make sure you got up at 6,” I said.
“No.”
“You also told me not to take no for an answer.”
“Well, I’m saying no,” she shot back. At that point I figured that I’m going to lose either way, so I closed her door and went downstairs to enjoy my coffee before she gave me trouble for waking/not waking her–whichever she considered the greater offense at the time.